Serendipity.

Sunlight reflecting off every drop of dew that slicked my bare feet, I decided I wanted blueberries for breakfast.  Just to eat them off the bushes.  It didn't take me long to lose myself in the mindfulness of the morning.  I took everything in, slowly and with amazement.

Some almost non-existent impulse made me turn around and when I did, I realized I was not alone.  My guardedness and conditioned fear quickly dissolved to interest. 

"Hello!" I said, maybe too excitedly.

The man was middle-aged, grey-bearded with a kind face.  He figured I was the owner's daughter and asked me some questions about the farm.  He drove more than an hour to get here early. 

"I took my girlfriend out here last year," he told me, quietly trusting, as though it was a secret.  "She thought she was in Heaven.  Picked only half as fast as me though.  Everything with her is a meditation."

"Well, that's a way to live..."  I admired the thought.

"Yeah, well, it's hardly a productive way."  

I laughed.  I was very grateful for his conversation.